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frootyloopy · 8 months
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Been in a bit of writing kick today!!
Sea creature Scar au by the wonderful @stiffyck who inspires me constantly!! Love sharing my thoughts with you king <33
Trigger warnings: body horror, emetophobia
It's been nearly five years, since he left them on that pathetic little island. The treasure wasn't what the tall tales had explained, it was a mix of fool's gold and scratched jewels. It looked so beautiful when he'd opened the lid of the box, but when he'd opened it again on the SS Flying Jellie miles from shore, distant shouting still faintly ringing in his ears, it'd be nearly empty. He didn't realize the true "treasure" that was in the box until weeks later. It started slowly, with his hair starting to fall out. It took only three months for the tentacles to start growing in. They started at his hairline, bulging under his skin. He thought he'd gone insane when they started to *move*. By the end of the year his hair was gone and replaced by a slimy writhing mass. He used their hats to hide it. Ironic really, considering he didn't even realize it was that horrible box that caused him to lose his hair until the gnawing regret that was eating him alive by abandoning them made his gaze linger for a little too long.
He spent weeks nauseous, spitting up blood that would turn black once it hit the deck and *bubble* as it dried. He didn't realize it stopped looking like blood until he'd spent a night drinking and had watched it cover his hands after leaving the shore too soon. That was the first night the rumors started, when he'd left the bar without a tip after someone had taken one of his hats off the pile as a joke. A tentacle slithered along his neck, normally hidden by the neat little stack, and had caught someone's attention. His boots were loud against the wooden pier, and his hands were raw from how he untied his ship by yanking on the knot until it gave. By year three his veins, once a dark dark blue, began to turn a sickly dark green. He realized that night that eventually, there will be nothing left of him. Not unless he stops the curse, or somehow is able to reverse it.
(His prayers whispered to the shrill night air have always felt unanswered. But they turned from unanswered to ignored.) His nightly prays began to sputter out after that. He knows only a god or deity could reverse what's been done, as only a god or deity could have *done* this in the first place. It becomes a mantra. He has to find them, he has to prove he is no longer heartless. That he has learned his lesson. Time ticks on slowly as he tries to grow prepared enough to look, but the amount of things he can find to do before that is growing slimmer and slimmer. The whispers at the back of his thoughts go ignored as he begins the trek, on the same date their own had began, four years after. There's something eating away at him, and his hands shake as he sails. His hands have always ached, but they've started to *burn* as he gets ever closer to the island. He doesn't know what he should expect, but he took off their hats and left them in long abandoned and neglected rooms. No one has been allowed to stay where they did, and he refuses to try. He boarded them up, at one point, but the nails would slowly pull out and be *placed* neatly in front of his door. He stopped trying after the third night it happened. His hair seems nervous, as his destination grows closer. No longer is it unruly and unmanageable, it seems almost *scared*. He doesn't want to think about why.
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By the time he arrives, he's taken aback by the sheer *foliage*. The once barren island, with long snaking roots covering every shore and hiding in deep murky dark water, looks almost *pretty*. It's taken care of, and looks loved, in some strange way. It makes him uncomfortable. This isn't right, he must be at the wrong place. But the pier he once docked at is in the same place on his map, and the shores haven't changed, but they're *cleaner*. He hates it. He hates how nervous he is. He feels like the sea is rising inside of his torso and trying to pour out of his mouth. When he spits over the side of the hull, the taste of salt is undeniable. He goes through the long errands of docking, anchoring, and exiting his ship. His knees ache as he leaves his vessel and hit a long familiar uncaring wood.
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anonymousedward · 6 months
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Chapter 4 of my hankcon handler/asset AU is up! Connor's finally wised up, just in time for everything to go tits up. Read to see what happens!
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grumbokissing · 25 days
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Chapters: 1/1 Series: Hermitcraft s6 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Grumbo Characters: Grian, Mumbo, mentioned Team STAR Additional Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Frottage, Riding, Explicit Consent, Human Oliver Brotherhood, Avian Grian, Belly Bulge, Size Difference
When "secretly" meeting up to exchange information about Team STAR and fulfilling his spy duties, Mumbo finds himself stuck between a cave wall and a hard place. Or more accurately, Grian's legs.
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edmetalqueer · 2 years
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*!*!* Love Me. *!*!* (Chapter 7)
Find Info About This Chapter Here.
WARNINGS: Homophobia, Cigarettes, Alcohol, Swearing, Hickeys, Making Out, Anxiety, Handjob, Light Choking, Public Sex, Degradation & Bullying.
C/N = Character's Name In Dungeon & Dragons.
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Y/N had woken up from his deep slumber, staring at the clock. He got up quickly, realizing his late for school, far too late.
Y/N grabbed his clothes, quickly putting them on, almost tripping on the stairs when walking downstairs. Y/N grabbed his keys, not caring about making something to eat. He jumped into his car, starting it.
Y/N arrived at the school parking lot, cars parked. He threw his bag over his shoulder, running inside. He looked at the schedule, seeing he had science today.
He let out an annoyed groan, heading to the classroom. Opening the door to the room, heading to his seat.
He couldn't be bothered about being late. "You're late, L/N," The professor said, staring down at Y/N.
Y/N let out an annoyed groan, "I overslept," he said, The professor scoffed at him, going back to teach the class.
Y/N walked out of the classroom, hearing some students talking about a party. Y/N sighed, walking to his school locker, looking at the other students.
"L/N! L/N!" a voice said, running up to him. Y/N raised an eyebrow, seeing Eddie run towards him. "You coming tonight for the campaign, right?" Eddie asked, a smile on his lips. Y/N nodded, "Yup, i'll come!" Y/N said.
"Awesome! I'll be happy to see you at the campaign!" Eddie said, smiling brightly.
Y/N sat in the cafeteria, eating his lunch, talking with Steve. "Y/N, you heard about the party that is hosted today?" Steve asked, Y/N nodded, "Yup, i did," Y/N said.
"You wanna go there with me?" Steve said a smile on his lips. Y/N nodded, sighing, "Yeah, I'll come late though, I have something to attend to first," Y/N said, Steve nodded, smiling.
Y/N was walking to the hellfire room, listening to what Eddie told him about where they would be. He opened the door and walked inside. He saw Eddie seated on a throne, seemingly being the Dungeon Master.
"Ah! L/N! Welcome!" Eddie said, grinning. Y/N noticed his group of members also sitting at the table. Y/N grabbed a chair and sitting down next to one of the boys.
"So, what is this new adventures name?" "C/N."
Everyone was so nervous, that the campaign was almost finally over. The team relies on the boy named Gareth to roll the winning number.
"C'MON, C'MON," Gareth said, blowing on the dices, then dropping them on the board. The room went silent, everyone nervous as the numbers revealed themselves.
The team fell into a scream of joy, them all gathering in a group hug, "WE WON!" Gareth yelled out, smiling brightfully.
Eddie grinned, bowing over the board, "Good job, adventurers!" Eddie said, looking at the others.
Y/N smiled brightly, happy to see he found a group of people he was comfortable hanging around.
Y/N left the school building, talking with Eddie, "Where you headed at now, L/N?" Eddie asked, grinning at him.
Y/N smiled, "I'm thinking about heading to the party that is going on, my friend Harrington wanted me to come with him," Y/N said, Eddie, sighed, nodding, "It was nice having you at the campaign." Eddie hummed, waving goodbye to Y/N.
Y/N smiled, getting into his car, driving to the direction of the house Steve told him about.
He arrived at the house, noticing lots of cars and teenagers everywhere. He knew he was at the right place.
Y/N stepped into the house, seeing people everywhere. He scouted around for Steve, not finding him. He sighed, walking to get himself a drink, when he saw a shirtless Hargrove doing a drinking contest.
Y/N felt himself staring, his eyes wandering around his figure. Y/N walked out quickly, wanting a closer look at Billy.
Billy noticed Y/N, grinning. He went up to him, pushing him out the way, "Move out the way, Homo." Billy spat, managing to slip a note into the pocket of Y/Ns pants.
Y/N looked at Billy leaving the area. He quickly took the note out of his pocket, feeling his cheeks heat up.
Meet me at the bathroom upstairs to the left.
Without hesitation, he began walking to the bathroom, up the stairs, and to the left as told. He opened up the door, seeing Billy sitting in the bathtub, just like how he met him in the bathroom at a party before.
Billy noticed Y/N, a smirk on his lips. "You came, homo," Billy said, getting up. Y/N was ready to get into a fight but to his surprise, Billy pushed him against the sink, pinning him down, kissing him.
Y/N let out a shaky groan, wrapping his arms around Billy, and enjoying the kiss.
"I know you & Harrington fucked, I wanna feel what he felt," Billy growled, bucking his hips eagerly against Y/N. Y/N let out a gasp, gripping his hair.
Billy slid his hand down Y/N's pants, jerking at his clothes cock. Y/N let out a shaky moan, biting his lip. "Shit- This is wrong," Y/N mumbled out.
Billy smirked, sliding his hand inside Y/N's boxer, dragging his thumb over the slit of the tip, starting to then jerk the base of it. Y/N threw his head back, revealing his neck. Billy quickly started placing hickeys all over. Biting down bruises on the skin, holding his other hand lightly on his throat.
Y/N shut his eyes, moaning lightly. Billy's pace was fast & rough. He loved the moment, but another part of him hated it.
Y/N let out a groan, and his body tensed up. Billy's pace was just getting faster. Y/N felt like cumming already.
He felt weak, but he loved it.
Billy let go of his cock, pulling his hand out, smirking at Y/N. Y/N stared at him, confused. "Why did you stop?" Y/N asked, Billy, said nothing and just left Y/N there.
Y/N stared at him walking out. Y/N let out an annoyed groan and began to feel anxiety build up. Would he tell everyone about this!? What if he does? Y/N sighed, putting his hands in his pockets, walking out.
He saw Steve when he left, and he sighed, smiling. "L/N! I'm so sorry if I didn't find you right in time! I was getting lost!" Steve said, his voice sounding stressed. Y/N gave him a reassuring smile, "It's fine, I found a way to enjoy myself," Y/N said.
Steve nodded, grabbing Y/N's hand, "Wanna go get a drink?" he asked, Y/N nodded, "That'd be nice," He said, the two heading to the kitchen in the house.
Y/N walked to his car, talking with Steve, "Are you sure you'll be fine driving home?" Steve asked, Y/N nodded, kissing his hand. "I'll be fine, Steve," He said, getting inside his car.
"Alright, I see you tomorrow!" Steve said, heading to his own car. "Yeah, See you tomorrow," Y/N said, driving away.
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A/N - Thank you so much all of you for being patient! College has been making me quite busy nowadays!
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crowscared · 1 year
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Ima do a thing
Give me a word and I'll right something either directly using it or relative to it
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soggypotatoes · 9 months
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having thoughts tonight
the rat and the goat sit side by side on the first floor of a construction site
the rat shivers, and says, 'is it ok? are things going to be ok now?'
'better than before', says the goat
'it's not the first time you've said that' the rat side eyes the goat
the goat smiles. 'it's always better. every day is putting the last one behind us.'
the rat thinks. 'sometimes things get worse though. some people lose good things, bad things happen to them. they end up alone. how do you know that's not gonna be us?'
the goat looks away. 'things can get worse, too, you're right. but look around you.'
the rat and the goat look up.
the sun is setting. it is a flickering candle against a white wall in the dark. something warm sleeps before them. the world is quiet.
'that's my favourite colour.' the rat said.
the goat replied, 'yes. mine too.'
'remember that time when we were little? when we stared into the fire as we fell asleep, and we were so afraid we wouldn't be able to sleep, we hadn't been able to sleep in a long time. but the fire was warm, and the colours were beautiful, and the movement of the flames were hypnotic. we watched it and we did fall asleep, didn't we?'
the goat put his arm around the rat. she sighed and looked down at the ground beneath their dangling legs.
'it doesn't seem like much from up here,' she remarked, 'it doesn't seem like far at all. why did it take us so long to build this much? I'm so tired.'
the goat leaned his head against her shoulder. 'it doesn't look much to someone short sighted, maybe. or to someone who was given a house already, or was taught how to build one. we made this ourselves.'
the rat snorted derisively. 'we didn't make these bricks. or mix this paint or weld this metal. we were given as much as anyone else. more, even. and for what? look at them.'
she pointed at the buildings ahead of them, dark towers in the night.
'we will never be that tall. our floors will never fully hold our weight. we will always be a sham of a house.'
the goat was quiet for a minute, his brows furrowed. 'sure. you're right about that. we'll never be a house like them. but we got good at building, didn't we?'
'what do you mean?'
'look at us!' the goat lifted his arm off her shoulder and flexed playfully. 'have they got guns like this? no! we don't have a solid floor or a second level yet. but we're strong, aren't we? we know how to build. we know how to put things together, make things work. I bet all their fancy blueprints haven't taught them that.'
the rat chuckled against her will. the last remnants of the sun trailed its fingers down her cheeks like tears.
the goat looked away, then took her hand in his.
'im afraid too, you know', he said. 'we all are. everyone's afraid. but we might as well live, right? we might as well keep setting brick against brick.'
'what if it never happens though?'
'what if what never happens?'
'what if we never feel content? you say all these things to make me feel better. do you actually believe any of it?'
the goat tightened his grip on her paw, taking a minute to respond. his voice was soft. 'i don't know, rat. I believe whatever I need to to survive.'
the rat sighed, and turned her hand to clasp his.
'i guess we'll keep going then.'
'i guess so.'
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hansoeii · 7 months
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i'm unwell!!! because in stede's eyes, ned low was right!! ned says "he [ed] only likes you because of your bumbling amateur status" and calls stede blackbeard's "pet" just like izzy did in series 1
so stede steps up as a captain, kills the man who harmed his crew, and suddenly, for once in stede's life, he isn't a joke! the gentleman pirate is taken seriously and welcomed into the pirate community!
and what happens less than 24 hours later? ed calls their night together a mistake, AND LEAVES.
yes, obviously the situation is more nuanced, and these old men are once again struggling to communicate, but i 100% understand why stede went a bit of the rails at the end of episode 7. stede's been so focused on trying to help ed, that he's completely ignored his own ongoing identity crisis and trauma, and after the incident at the academy in series 1, this meltdown was long overdue.
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crippledpunks · 6 months
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shoutout to every person who deals with incontinence. i dealt with bedwetting up until my early teens, and now deal with stress and urge incontinence and for years never wanted to talk about it because of the shame and stigma other people place on not being able to control your bladder or bowel movements.
incontinence is a disability. it's not gross or wrong to talk about incontinence. incontinent people are not dirty or disgusting. if we could control these parts of our body, we would. we're not an inconvenience for being this way, and we don't have to be treated like a burden or like we need to be "fixed".
whether or not you use incontinent products like briefs, pads, diapers, plastic bed sheets, or whatever else, you are loved, important, and deserved to be seen when there are conversations about disability awareness and acceptance. we don't deserve to hide in shame when all we need is to be accommodated and accepted.
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bonchobrick · 11 months
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So I’ve seen some posts going around about a ‘Bruce adopts Danny and everyone thinks they’ll finally have a normal family member—Danny is very not normal’ and here’s my late night take on it.
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Danny batfam au where they batfam tries really hard to keep their vigilante ass-kicking nightlife a secret from danny because he is ‘the only normal one in the family’ this becomes a problem however when danny gets kidnapped.
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The batfam all work together in a deeply serious family meeting to save their boy. After hours of combining their brains together they come up with a plan that will effectively save danny from joker, kick joker’s ass, and also make them look really cool while doing it.
So they bust in that warehouse, guns blazing, explosions fading in the background, a gust of dramatic dust covers the air
Batman steps infront of the rest of the team and demands to the blurry figure somewhere in the distance, “Where is Danny!”
The dust clears–they expect bad guys pointing weapons meancingly at them, they expect a cackle of a wicked clown amused at whatever plot he had planned coming to life, they expected a terrified boy perhaps tied somewhere likely siting in a chair that joker could present to the bats as a way of taunting them.
The dust settles–they observed their surroundings looking around and realize that, there are few new facts to be added into this ‘defeat the villain, get the bro, happy ending equation’
There is decidedly no weapons being pointed at them: In fact, all of the henchmen are already knocked out and tied up.
There is decidedly no evil laughs being echoed their way: In fact, the only noise that isnt coming from them is a light scritch scratch of a pencil
And there is decidedly no terrified little boy, there is a Danny however and he seems to be doing alright–actually scratch that.
Danny is doing wonders for the situation he’s in right now: In fact–
–Danny is sitting criss cross applesauce on-top a knocked out tied up Joker doing his algebra homework
The small blue eyed boy looks up at Batman's voice and visibly brightens, “Oh hey guys, I was wondering when you’d show up.”
Jason says with the utmost of comprehension, “...what.”
“So hi, I’m kinda new to gotham so sorry about beating these guys up, I think they’re villains? I dunno, anyways if you could take care of these guys while I call an uber home that’d be great.”
Danny sends them a blinding smile which would've been adorable if there weren’t a massive pile of bodies he were casually walking away from.
As Danny nears the exit he looks over his shoulder to the baffled group of vigilantes and blinks
“Oh yeah one last thing,” Danny rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Could you guys not tell the Waynes about this.”
Damian speaks up for the rest of his frozen family, albeit hesitantly, “I do think they have already been alerted of your kidnapping.”
“Oh no that's fine.” Danny starts nervously, “It's more about me being the… fighter… in this situation. I was just adopted by them and they seem really nice, I don’t want to scare them away being all grrrr im a scary monster boy and i love to hurt people argh.”
“I don’t think they’d think you're a monster.” Tim adds quietly
“Eh, tell that to my birth parents–they went psycho on me. Like evil scientist psycho, it was not as awesome as the movies make it sound, having scientists for parents.” Danny says bittersweet as he admits with a shrug
There is a moment of silence as the batfamily reevaluate the adoption file that states Danny’s family before they passed were very good people–albeit a bit excentric.
Dick blurts out, “Where did you learn to fight?”
Danny sends him an anxious chuckle, “I actually started when I was fourteen–my town always ran into some trouble so I had to step up. It’s part of the reason I moved here actually. I really don’t want anything to do with that hero vigilante life anymore…” The boy puts his hands together in a pleading motion, “So please don’t tell The Waynes!”
Bewildered at the situation as a whole they nod in a daze
The boys eyes widen at their easy agreement and he grins, “Thank you so so much! I’ve got to go now, it’s way past my curfew. but you’ll probably see me again next time I get kidnapped–I’ll make sure to put in a good word for you guys with my family bye!”
And just like that Danny slips off into the night leaving behind a family who were so sure they finally found a normal addition to their pack.
Jason sighs looking forlornly at the spot Danny had previously been standing, “You could just never pick the just semi-mentally healthy normal kids could you?”
Bruce groans pinching his the bridge of his nose
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bruisedboys · 1 year
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can I request the first time shy!reader spends the night at eddie’s? maybe she falls asleep during movie night and he just doesn’t have the heart to wake her up? lots of snuggles ensue?!
ohmygosh thank you so much for this adorable req I love u so much. hope this is what u wanted angel!
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Eddie comes back from the bathroom and into the living room, only to stop dead in the doorway.
You’ve fallen asleep. On his couch. Well, technically his and Wayne’s, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that you’re fast asleep and you look so lovely and peaceful and Eddie actually had to grab the doorframe to stop himself from falling over.
To be trusted so much that you’ve allowed yourself to fall asleep at his place feels like a big step to Eddie. You’re a shy girl, always cautious, overly polite. Eddie remembers the first time you’d been over to his trailer, you were so quiet, so scared of doing or saying something wrong.
And now look at you.
Eddie feels like he’s been punched in the gut. He practically skips the rest of the way to the couch, desperate to be close to you again, a newfound fondness for you burning in his chest that can only be cured by sitting as close as humanly possible to you. He sits down in the space he’d left, his thigh pressed to yours. Your body has tipped away from him, your head resting on a stack of cushions balanced on the arm of the couch.
The credits of the movie you’d been watching with him play on, but Eddie’s too busy looking at you, drinking up every inch of you. Your face, squished into the cushion, the TV light painting you green and red and blue. Your t-shirt sleeve riding up your shoulder. Eddie imagines your skin is as warm and soft as it looks. He longs to touch you and has an excuse when the movie ends. He knows you’ll want to be woken up.
His hand finds your shoulder and his fingers slip beneath your sleeve.
“Y/N, sweetheart.” Eddie squeezes you gently, his thumb pressed to your shoulder. “Wake up.”
It doesn’t take much for you to wake. Soon you’re blinking awake slowly, tearing your tired eyes apart, and it’s maybe the cutest thing you’ve done ever. Eddie feels so much fondness for you it actually hurts.
“Hey,” he says gently. He shuffles closer so he can get his torso in front of yours, hoping to block the TV lights that he’ll know will be blinding for you. “Hey, baby. You fell asleep.”
You blink at him. “I did?” You ask, all raspy and sleepy.
Eddie chuckles and resists the urge to kiss you all over your cute face. “Yeah, you did. Was I boring you?”
Your expression goes from sleepy to mortified so quickly it’s alarming.
“No!” You say quickly, shaking your head. “No, I—“
Eddie’s laugh drowns out the rest of your words, and you stop fretting when you realise he’s teasing.
“I’m messing with you, sweet girl.” He slides his hand up to your collar and presses his thumb to the corner of your mouth. “You must’ve been tired, huh?”
A yawn takes over your features right on queue. Your eyes scrunch up and your mouth opens wide and Eddie can’t stop smiling. You’re so cute.
“Do you want me to take you home?” Eddie asks, his hand still pressed to your face. He’s secretly hoping you’ll say no. He’d like you to stay here forever, thank you very much. “Or … you could stay the night here? Only if you want, of course.”
You blink up at Eddie owlishly. He’s never asked you to stay the night. Never suggested it, because he’s afraid of scaring you off. He’s afraid now, waiting for your answer, that you’ll run away and never come back. But you smile. You smile, and his heart does a backflip.
“Um. Okay,” you say, quiet and unsure but that sweet smile stays put. “I think I’ll stay, if that’s okay with you.”
Eddie melts like a popsicle. He brings his other hand to your jaw and cups your pretty, sleepy face.
“Of course it’s okay, angel,” he says, soft and earnest all at once. His chest feels tight. “You can stay whenever you like, you know.”
Your smile grows. Eddie’s heart aches tenfold. “I know.”
Eddie nods. He’s feeling so much for you in this moment that it’s hard to do anything, let alone speak. Instead he pulls away from you, stands up and holds his hand out. You take it unabashedly.
“Come on then,” he says, finally finding his words as he pulls you up to stand. “I’ll find you some pyjamas, hm?”
Ten minutes later Eddie comes back from the shower and finds you in his bed, dressed in a pair of his red and black checkered pyjama pants and one of his shirts. Your eyes are half closed.
You look so lovely that Eddie feels, for the second time tonight, like he’s been punched in the stomach. His breath hitches and his heart goes haywire.
“Hi,” he says softly, dropping the towel he’d been scrubbing his hair with over the back of his desk chair. “You okay?”
You nod. “M’okay,” you mumble quietly. “Just tired.”
Eddie rounds his bed til he’s on the side you’re on, kneeling next to the bed so he can take your bicep in his hand, his palm kneading at the soft muscle. You look seconds away from falling asleep.
“Poor girl,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. Then, to you, “Do you want me to sleep on the couch? ‘Cos I will, if you’re not comfortable with us both sleeping in the bed.”
You wrench your eyes open and quit looking tired to instead look confused and mildly put out.
“What?” You ask, exhaustion tugging at your words and making them sluggish and slurred. “No, don’t sleep on the couch.”
Eddie grins like mad. He squeezes your bicep, his fingers pushing beneath your t-shirt sleeve. “You want me to sleep in the bed? With you?”
You shut you eyes again and nod into your pillow. Eddie can’t stop smiling.
“Okay, then.”
He gives your arm one last squeeze and then leaps up to switch the light off. The room gets swallowed by darkness. Eddie can just make out your figure where you’re lying in his bed, the bump of your hip, the curve of your legs.
He slides into bed next to you and it feels like it’s never felt before. Even though it’s his same, regular old bed that he sleeps in every night, nothing about this is regular. Nothing about this doesn’t make his heart race and his skin tingle and his stomach ache with fondness sweet as sugar.
He shuffles closer to you and his arm touches your arm.
“Are you okay?” He asks you. You’re awfully quiet. Well, quieter than usual. He knows it’s because you’re tired, and maybe because this whole thing is probably making you about as nervous as it’s making him, if not more.
You don’t answer but you do press your arm further into Eddie’s. He curls his pinky around yours in the dark.
“Are you nervous?” He whispers, staring at the dark roof, feeling quite a bit nervous himself.
He feels rather than hears you rolling over, and when he tears his eyes away from the roof to look at you, he sees you’ve rolled onto your side to look at him.
“A bit,” you whisper back. Your pinky hooks tighter around his.
“Me too,” Eddie admits. “I’ve never had a girl sleep over before.”
You make a sound that Eddie thinks is a tired, quiet laugh. He can hear your smile when you say, “Really?”
Eddie nods though you probably can’t see him. He slides closer and takes your hand, his fingers lacing through yours. You’re so close you could lay your head on his chest if you wanted. He hopes you will eventually.
“Yeah, really,” he says. He dips his head to kiss your forehead. “Get some sleep now, okay?”
You hum something incoherent. You’re asleep within the next minute, your head lolling onto Eddie’s shoulder within the next two.
Eddie lies awake for far longer, wondering how in the world he got this damn lucky.
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frootyloopy · 3 months
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I'm not nearly as in the Spider-Man fandom as I used to, but have an old one shot of Otto having a giant crush
Trigger warnings: zero
It's a routine for them by now, to sit at their desks and study together. They'd ended up pushing their desks side by side in front of the only window in their room after they'd had to keep turning around to try and ask the other about a question for their shared physics class. He hums along to the record that's quietly playing, Norman having brought his player with him. It's one of Otto's records, as they like to trade off on who gets to pick. He thinks he can't sing for shit, but Norman always tells him he's rather good at it, so he tries to believe him. He feels his train of thought drifting so he forced himself to focus back on his assignment, looking to his notes to figure it out.
"Otto? Are you listening?" He blinks a bit at realizing he's being spoken to, pushing up his glasses as he looks to Norman.
"Yes? Is something wrong?" He asks, wondering why the quiet was broken. He doesn't think he's done anything wrong, thick brows furrowing as he tries to think.
"I've said your name four times, I was thinking you'd gotten lost in your own head again." Norman chuckles, and Otto feels his heart flutter in his chest at the warm sound.
"Apologies, I just got a bit focused, you know how it is." He laughs quietly in response.
"Did you need my help?" He tries to stay on topic, wanting to try and finish his assignment so he can start on his essay for another class.
"I'd like another pair of eyes on this equation, it doesn't seem to be adding up, would you mind?" The blonde brushes a stray lock of hair behind his ear, it having fallen into his face. Otto tries not to stare as he holds out his hand.
"I don't." He takes the paper and looks over the equation, comparing it to his own.
"Oh, I see." He grabs his pencil and points things out as he starts to explain, focusing on explaining it to the best of his ability. It takes a good 10 minutes for Norman to understand his rambling, but as he hands the paper back over with a nod he's taken entirely off guard. "Thank you, Otto, you're quite the good partner." The words have him holding his pencil in a vice grip, struggling to gather any of his thoughts as he goes bright red.
"*E-Excuse me?*" He asks, voice cracking.
"Are you blushing, Octavius?" Norman's got a grin on his face as he looks at him, teeth on display. His incisors are a bit sharp, Otto hadn't noticed that before.
"*I-*" He takes a deep breath and pushes up his glasses to hide his face in a hand.
"*I'm just- I'm quite alright.*" He can't help the pause, it's hard to think with how warm he's gotten over just two words.
"Are you certain? You're awfully red." He tries so hard not to whine at him from his pure embarrassment of realizing how bad his crush is, not wanting to be heard making such a noise. He can't help but think of how Norman might react if he did, he doesn't want to be found out before he can even ask him on a date.
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anonymousedward · 6 months
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Btw, chapter 3 of my Hankcon fic "In His Sights" is up! More sniper!connor and handler!hank for your enjoyment! Features some gorgeous art tooo......
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grumbokissing · 24 days
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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Series: Last Life SMP Relationships: Grumbo!! Characters: Grian & Mumbo Jumbo Warnings: Blood kink, fighting (it’s foreplay)
Mumbo's death has him returning to his ghast farm for revenge, knowing how likely it is that Grian will be there. If he leaves with blood splattered across his face and a kill under his name, so be it.
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dumplingsjinson · 5 months
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List of “when your partner is a romantically constipated idiot (please forgive them, they just don’t know how to express their affections properly)” prompts
“I hate you,” Character A murmurs, playfully slapping Character B on the arm. “It’s your fault I’m like this right now.” 
“I love you.” “…Are you drunk?” 
“I miss you so much, and I really miss cuddling with you.” “Hm… You know, I’m starting to think cuddles are a necessity for you.” 
Calling their partner “My guy” or “My dude” or “Brother” or “Mate” or “Buddy” or “Asshole” romantically while calling them “Sweetie/sweetheart” or “my love” sarcastically. (So I genuinely think I might have problems welkfnewklfn) 
“You’re so cute.” “…You keep saying that. I am not cute. You’re the only one who thinks I’m cute. You’re weird for that.” 
Telling their friends and the internet and anyone who would listen that they like their partner so much… Everyone except their partner. 
Not knowing how to respond when their partner is being affectionate with them, or when they call them cute nicknames/pet names.
“I will puke if I start calling you pet names. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you, though.” 
“You staring at me like that makes me want to wither away and die.” “What? Why?” “Because it makes me super fucking nervous!” 
“I really like you.” “…Um. Cool. Thanks?”
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spirker · 21 days
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Remember this is how Ed was looking at his boyfriend when we last saw him.
They are together and they are so in love.
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